Surviving the Night: Preface
#1 of Surviving the Night
Ok, here is the preface to my new story, Surviving the Night ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I never knew that it would ever come to this; I sit in the corner of my dark basement, shivering, and a knife in my left paw. My clothes were just mere strands of what they once were; my black tee shirt was ripped in half, only covering the top half of my torso, and my gray and blue striped lounge pants were nearly torn off my body, just barely covering up my privates. All over my body, I had many small cuts, all of which stung from the sweat that poured out of every pore in my skin beneath my fur. All of my gray fur was plastered to my skin from the blood, which I spilt and that splattered onto me from the tragic deaths I saw, and from the sweat that burnt every flesh would I had. The salt in the liquid made a searing pain in my cuts, it felt like someone was squeezing lemon juice on my wounds, but ten times worse than that. The pain was so intense, I couldn't keep my self perfectly quiet, I had to whimper in the slightest or the pain would intensify. My tail had a nice gash in it from earlier tonight, so it laid itself across my lap, bleeding out onto my mattered lounge pants. The knife I held shook madly in my paws as I tried as hard as I could to be quiet, knowing that he would come down--the one who murdered my family--he was after me, with the lust of a stalker, but with the determination of a serial killer going for his one-hundredth kill. This insane human, who might have killed more than just my family would probably just be behind that door at the top of the steps, listening to my almost subtle whimpers. He would stand there in the doorway at the top of the stairs, just smiling, a rifle in his hands, the vicious intent of murder on his mind. His mattered, almost shoulder-length, black hair would be in his face, but only his yellowish-white teeth would be seen through the black mess that was his hair. His bloodshot eyes would be empty of anything except for the lust to kill; they would be lifeless...just nothing but two empty spaces in the eye sockets of this man. Blood would be covering his plain white shirt and lounge pants--some of it was even my blood--but he wouldn't give a damn until I was finished off. But to my luck, I was yet to be discovered by this soulless killing machine. As I sit on the cold, concrete ground of my basement to await my almost-certain death, I thought to myself. "Why? What did I...no, my family do to deserve this? We never did shit to anyone and now, here I am, the soul survivor...about to die. I don't want to die, oh god. No, I can't let myself break down like this, I need to be strong...for mom, for Justin and Samara, and dad, god bless him...god bless them all." I sighed--breaking my train of thought--and looked up at the stairs on my left. Even though they were barely visible in the shadows that incarcerated the rest of the basement and me, I could still clearly see them. Almost to tears, I bury my head into my knees and I started to think again. "But why would someone do something like this? Now, he killed almost all my family now...'cept me. I have to be a man about this...I need to face that motherfucker, for the remembrance of the rest of the family." I knew what I had to do, even though I was a young pup of only thirteen, I had to stand up to this human and do all I could to stop him from killing again. Suddenly, I hear a faint creaking sound piercing through the pitch-blackness in the basement that hid me...he was here to finish me off. Over to my left, at the top of the stairs, he was standing there, rifle in his hands, covered in blood, and a wicked intent on killing me. He was no more than twenty feet from me now. His evil, bloodshot eyes were wild with rage and blood lust. A wicked smile was already spread across his face underneath the shadow that cast over him from the blackness of the basement. Now, almost jumping out of my skin, I staggered upright, clutching my leg with my left paw after I moved my knife to my right paw. I believed that it was broken from my last encounter with this insane human. My tail hung limp as it fell off of my lap, something was definitely up with it. As it hung there, it burned; it too was also broken. The gash was deep, almost splitting my tail in half. I shook my head, my face cringing up in fear and pain. This was too much to take for a young pup like me. Now, tears streaming down my face, I looked up at the top of the steps at the open door, where he was. Smiling viciously, the shadow at the top of the stairs started his descent down the creaky wooden stares toward me. As I stand in the back of the spacious room, I await my destiny as the man continues his descent down the stairs. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I will take any kind of comments, praises, constructive criticisms, just tell me what you thought of this ^^